infinitywaits


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1 understanding= the possibility of infinite understanding


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infinitywaits
Toss me higher daddy
I will raise my hands
raise and grasp for life its self
Toss me higher daddy
up up up!
LIFTED HIGH INTO
INTANGIBLE AIR GRASPING FOR BLISS
TRYING TO TOUCH SOFT COTTON CLOUDS OR FIND THE SATIN EDGES OF HEAVEN'S BIG BLANKET
HEAVEN IS WHERE LITTLE ones WHO GET SHOT FROM THEir WINDOWS SING gingerly THE SONG of their eternal youth
AND WHERE OLD FOLKS DANCE WITH refurbished FEET
Big blue heaven is High above the tattered streets
and inebriated men's eyes that resemble shattered glass
reflecting their abstract interpretations of life
Big blue heaven is God's mural the paint never chips and the names of the fallen are spray painted in invisible ink
Toss me Higher daddy
where my tiny toes can't touch the blood thirsty streets
UP UP Daddy!
Where syringes are not the only injectors of insurmountable pleasures
Where dope is not the superlative
beyond where sky scrapers can reach
beyond where abandoned high rises drape their ominous shadows,
beyond the broken houses
of yellow eyed women, who wear tight dusty dresses, with worn beckoning smiles, and turn small pebbles into smoke
Toss me higher daddy into the only place where my vulnerability is not a crime
Toss me as high as you possibly can
but remember to catch me, clutch me tight, and kiss my tight clutched fingers
because the concrete's cracks are like gaping jaws
and the belly of the beast has a special affinity to little ones
whose tiny hands are peppered with pieces of a heaven assembled in protection of their innocence

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